The cold breeze played with my hair as I filled my lungs with the salty air of the sea, standing on the deck of a luxurious yacht.
"I still can’t believe you’ve never been to the sea before,” Adams said, handing me a cocktail, his thoughtful gaze lingering on me.
“Thank you,” I murmured, accepting the drink with a smile.
“You look stunning. Yellow is amazing on you,” he complimented, his eyes hovering over my body.
I didn’t reply. I just sipped my drink, enjoying the moment, trying to ignore the line of my bodyguards’ boats trailing behind the yacht.
“How could you love a man like him?”
I knew exactly who he meant.
“Everyone knows that Il Don doesn’t have a heart,” Adams added, his voice tinged with pity.
I forced a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “You said we could dive into the
